'drought'

Hunger inflicts, And thirst oppress. The tongue succumbs- To mouth’s barrenness. I hear the drums of famish, And feel the heat of the throat. The muscles grow thin- For famine predominates. Hmm! the phallus releases it last drop, As the anus hit it last shot. Even the intestines are to- Endure for a coon’s age. Oh! Sere, how long will your reign be For beauty is yielding to the ugly and- Strength’s being devoured by weakness. So I plead, Joseph, come to the rescue. Release the abundance of your womb For hands stretch towards you to get, Teeth anticipate chewing And stomachs would like to be filled.